2025-07-28 20:51:00“Elira? Mirelle?”
Kaelen Viremont recognized them immediately. They were the lapdogs of Aurelia Duskryn —the second young miss of the House Hanwynn.
“So, you really were hiding in your own room!”
The taller one, Elira, sneered. Draped in a black robe, he was broad-shouldered and well over two meters tall—easily a head taller than Kaelen.
Beside him, Mirelle stood like a wall of muscle. His eyes were cold as steel.
“You’ve got a death wish, don’t you? Today was your turn to feed Second Miss’s horse, and you didn’t show up. Now the beast is starving, and she wants your arm as payment.”
“What?!”
Kaelen’s eyes turned razor-sharp.
“All that... over a horse?”
In that moment, the truth struck him—just how little the young nobles of the Kaelen thought of him.
To them, he was no more than an insect.
Crushed on a whim.
Elira let out a cruel laugh.
“Who do you think you are? You’re an orphan. A lowly servant of the House Hanwynn. And you dare question Second Miss’s orders?”
“Come. She wants to watch us cut off your arm personally.”
Elira grinned wickedly as he reached forward—his hand large enough to cover a man’s face.
Though not cultivators, both men were seasoned fighters.
Mirelle strike came fast, carrying brutal force—enough to crush bone with ease.
Elira’s face twisted with anticipation, already imagining Kaelen screaming in pain.
But the next instant—
“If it’s death you’ve come seeking, I’ll be happy to grant it.”
Kaelen ’s voice was cold, calm—lethal.
Whoosh!
In a blur of motion, he vanished from his spot and appeared directly in front of Mirelle.
Boom!
Kaelen’s palm slammed into Mirelle’s chest.
“ARGHH!!”
A tortured scream tore through the air as Mirelle’s chest caved inward. No one could say how many ribs shattered. He flew backward like a rag doll, crashing through the doorway.
Pfft!
Blood sprayed from his mouth—dark and thick with clots of torn flesh. He looked back at Kaelen eyes wide with terror.
“You… you’ve stepped into the True Martial Realm…”
Then his body slumped. His head struck the ground.
Dead.
“What…?”
Only now did Elira comprehend what had happened. Gone was the timid servant he used to bully.
In his place stood a young man with eyes like icy blades—sharp, unyielding, deadly.
Cold sweat streamed down Elira’s back.
He had provoked a monster.
Thud!
His knees buckled. He collapsed before Kaelen, trembling.
“Spare me! Young Master Kaelen, please, spare me!”
He had witnessed Mirelle —a trained fighter—get annihilated with a single strike.
If Kaelen could do that to him…
“Get up,” Kaelen said evenly.
“Y-Yes, Young Master Kaelen!” Elira scrambled to his feet.
He could hardly believe his eyes. The same boy who used to feed horses, beaten and mocked at will…
Now stood tall as a cultivator in the True Martial Realm.
Most of the House Hanwynn’s younger generation were still tempering their blood and energy. Compared to them, Kaelen had already taken a giant leap forward.
He looked at Elira, and that gaze alone made the man’s soul tremble.
Then Kaelen Viremont spoke—his voice like steel against stone:
“Bury Mirelle. Say it was an accident. Then tell Aurelia Duskryn I’ve entered the True Martial Realm. I’m no longer feeding her horse. She has no right to command me.”
He flicked his sleeve and turned away.
His white robes fluttered in the breeze—like drifting snow under moonlight.
In that moment, he didn’t look like a servant.
He looked like someone born to rule.
Elira watched him disappear down the corridor. His legs gave out once more.
“How… how did he become so powerful?”
His voice trembled.
“That was too close… I almost died today…”
The ancestral hall stood at the heart of the House Hanwynn estate.
A symbol of pride, legacy—and power.
Though the House Hanwynn allowed powerful outsiders to marry into their family, Kaelen had no interest in such a path. And with his current strength—barely the first stage of the True Martial Realm—he wouldn’t qualify anyway.
All he sought now… was acknowledgment. Recognition as an official disciple. A temporary shield under the House Hanwynn’s…. name—until he was strong enough to carve his own fate.
He stopped just short of the ancestral hall.
Two armored guards blocked his path.
His voice was calm.
“I’m here to verify my cultivation. I’ve stepped into the True Martial Realm.”
“True Martial Realm?” One of the guards laughed, a sneer curling his lip.
“You? A horse servant under Second Miss’s thumb? Get lost. This place isn’t for scum like you.”
The other guard squinted at Kaelen, then frowned.
“Wait... I feel true energy coming off him. Could it be real?”
Kaelen’s gaze remained level.
“I’ll say it one more time: I’m here to be verified. I won’t say it again.”
He took a step forward.
“How dare you!”
The first guard drew his blade with a sharp shng, his aura flaring.
True Martial Realm – Stage Two.
He swung the blade, and the air hissed as it sliced toward Kaelen.
Clang!
In an instant, Kaelen turned and caught the blade—between two fingers.
“You…!”
The guard pulled with all his might.
The blade didn’t move.
Not an inch.
The second guard’s face went pale.
“I–I’m sorry! My brother acted without thinking!”
Even a fool could see it now.
Kaelen was terrifyingly strong.
Clang!
Kaelen tightened his fingers—and the steel shattered.
Whoosh!
He flicked a shard of the blade. It zipped through the air like a streak of light—and nicked the first guard’s throat.
Patter.
A drop of blood hit the ground.
“I’ll let you live this time,” Kaelen said coldly. “But next time… the blade won’t stop at your skin.”
He turned, leaving behind a silence so heavy, even the wind seemed to hold its breath.
And then, without looking back—
Kaelen stepped into the ancestral hall.
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“Quick! That little thief is over there!”The shout tore through the stillness of the forest like a blade, its urgency echoing off the towering trees of the Ravenhollow Mountain Range.“Again…” Kaelen muttered, his brows tightening in frustration.His white robes fluttered in the wind as he paused on a narrow forest path, his gaze sharp and brooding. Though the golden true vital energy within him surged with divine might—thanks to the legendary Divine Art of Creation—his body could still feel the strain of constant pursuit. He had been hunted for days, if not weeks, with barely any rest. Even someone of his strength and willpower was beginning to feel the wear of exhaustion. Not fear—never fear—but a gnawing irritation that scratched at the edges of his patience."Swish!"Like a wisp of smoke, Kaelen Viremont vanished into the dense undergrowth, dashing deeper into the heart of the mountains. He moved like a phantom, feet barely touching the ground, eyes scanning his surroundings with
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